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Artist: charli f/ cam'ron

Charli
cam

Charli I think they know that I'm menstrul
Let me tell 'em when I'm

Verse cam'ron

I'm into don thing, donna
Don cornelius, don
down in palm springs
Long the ring, cars
Dirty money, give the wax to
Actin' harsh, 'em my back garage
Thug niggas using guitar
back massuage, enterouage, we on hollis
Make you new york quicker, then john wallace
Be in your wallet
Ya'll want whips, it's on trial
Aye yo, y'all want chips, count ya stride
I best friend to fight yo, like '98 live
Connin' in they eyes, like cats behind with they
Well then true, that I lost a daughter
Niggas get a little money, wanna cross the
Fuckin' sell, I get the hell, I can't the border
Never feminine, don't park the six
Right in of tenimens
chicks, yeah, toothless chicks
With the shotguns to shot, right 2 and 6
Rufus kicks, uqick, that's I'm tellin' my man
They just me on the crucifix, I held in my hand
for the plan, felony cam
Yo be bland!
R-i-p scrams yo, a of a man
And that's my analysis, till I'm laid up with blood diolisists
my next son

(cam'ron)

Some kiss
And some get
Some go kill
And jump off
snitch
But life's a bitch

niggas sniff
And go disp
Some want dough
And on clicks
Some
But life's a bitch

Verse charli baltimore

What, yo
I'm ice shit, peirced pussy
Got the ice clit, ice
Fuck and slice chicks
Spotted deserve on ice
Tight click, we come
Dumb crew, these unable to come to
Comotose, y'all boast about totes
We hold's parties, and sign our pacardi
Hardly ya girl door, beofre I was b'more
I was c-4, now I'm packed, and now I'm
In the alps, with swiss cheese and swiss accounts
Sippin' miss, hoes frontin', got me kissed it
kids wanna see b'more, on they wish list
But I put 'em there, be careful you ask for
Ski mask up on barren
No trace, of dna, doa
We ways to make you talk
Make you limp, when you
Outline cats in white
Got fagotts "who's she? "
Benz it, class be e, master p
Blastin' 'how ya do dat
Ridin' through, niggas stare, they "who dat there? "
Is true dat
over, slower
While y'all be stressed
Hate to see me and pd, and be who the ebst
No shit, out the clips
out the whips, put out the hits
Cause we put on the
And it's crackers before a cracker
So me how you like us with guns and rappers

(cam'ron)

Some niggas
And some get
cats go kill
And jump off
Some
But life's a bitch

Some niggas
And some go
Some cats want
And come on
Some
But life's a fucking

Some kiss
And some get
Some cats go
And jump off
Some
But life's a bitch

niggas sniff
And go disp
Some want dough
And come on
rich
But life's a fucking